Transparency is expected

Grayed out hues aligned one reckons.

Nature sings a note so sweet

Where rhythms swing and we tap our feet.

Hark the sound one sings the tune,

Of whispers in the night that bloom.

We awaken only to see what has been torn

Away from life’s journey so forlorn.

Regrets may linger in isle for a while

Disappointment standing tall

Yet the glory remains as we press on

To bright outcomes and beautiful songs.

In the distance, our trials seem frail at once

As faded glory illuminates as the sun!

Written by Kadria R. Sears